holding pinky finger
Poetry

We Have Forever.

We have forever.
Let this be our mantra.

The tide might refuse to rise,
The sun might not come out to shine,
The heavens might even start to cry.

The candles might no longer burn,
The hours could stop their tick-tock,
The voices might even stop to talk.

In all of these things being eerie,
There would still be camaraderie,
I believe in you and me.

We have forever.
Let this be our mantra.

Day 15 of 100.

PS: Aayooba’s blog is 2 today! ?

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